I stared at Rhys's text for so long the screen dimmed twice before I managed to respond.
"You're not even seeing this," Harlow said, waving a hand in front of my face. "You've been staring at your phone for like two full minutes. What did he say?"
"He asked me to homecoming."
"He ‘what?’" Harlow nearly knocked her tray off the table. "As a date? An actual date-date?"
"He said 'as my date.' Verbatim."
"Josie." She grabbed my arm. "Josie, this is huge. Why do you look like someone just handed you a parking ticket?"
"Because it is huge," I said. "That's the problem."
I didn't answer him at lunch. I told myself I'd answer after class, and then after class I told myself I'd answer after my next lecture, and by the time I got back to the dorm that evening I still hadn't typed a single wor
